The Tianmen Mountain Longboard Downhill Open is a grand banquet in the niche sport of longboard.
While the public knows little about this game and does not pay attention, countless longboard enthusiasts are rushing to Tianmen Mountain from all over the world.
On the day of the qualifying competition, sponsored by the excellent brand, a total of twelve large LED screens were set up at the foot of the mountain and in the valley, which will display the competition of each stage in real time during the competition.
At the same time, please come to the narrator and simultaneous interpreter to explain the whole game.
At the foot of the mountain and in the valley were already crowded with audiences from all over the world. The golden sunlight covered the ridge, and flags of various colors were waving and fluttering. Some fans of star downhillers unfurled giant banners in the valley, unfolding with the wind.
"god save the king!"
"Go China!"
Shouting, cheering, resounding through the sky.
All were looking forward to the intense moments on the track today.
There is a corner on the twelve super-large LED screens, and the figure of the commentator appears: "Audience friends, there is still half an hour, and today's qualifying round will start. We can see the first group on the Tianmendong Square on the top of the mountain. Qualifiers are checking their longboards and protective gear."
Simultaneous translation conveys the commentator's words in real time.
The camera swept across the Peak Plaza, and the audience saw through the LED screen that the first group of contestants were moving their bodies, with excitement and seriousness on their faces.
Commentator: "According to the data from the competition committee, this Longboard Downhill Open has a total of 186 domestic and foreign players from 28 countries and regions."
"They will compete for 32 places in today's qualifying round and participate in the final medal competition."
"The players will be divided into 4 groups, the top six of each group will advance directly, and the remaining places will be allocated to the top eight of the remaining players. Let us wish all players to achieve ideal results."
Sitting in the waiting area, Yu Nian saw the first group of contestants swipe the wristbands bound with their identity information on the machine and head to their own numbered tracks one by one.
He saw his bracelet with the number "4-15" engraved on it.
He was No. 15 in the fourth group, the final group in the qualifying round.
Unlike the lively shouting that resounded throughout the valley, the atmosphere in the waiting area was somewhat solemn and quiet.
Nearly 200 players will directly eliminate 80 players today, which is not cruel.
But some downhillers are so confident that they are not worried about this qualifying event at all, and their goal is already placed on the final medal fight.
Lucius, a longboard downhill player from the United States, is one of them. He has participated in the Tianmen Mountain Longboard Downhill Open several times, and his results are very good.
Lucius sat in the seat, wearing headphones, shaking his legs and mobilizing his muscles, and boredly swept to the various players in the waiting area.
He raised his eyebrows when he saw Yu Nian.
The outstanding appearance of this young Asian man stands out here. His fair skin and delicate face seem to belong to a completely different spotlight stage.
Lucius teased: "Hey, little beauty, are you really here to participate in the game instead of cheering us on?"
Looking at the bracelet on Yu Nian's slender wrist, he scanned the 4-15 above, and Lucius pointed to the "4-03" number on his bracelet, "We are in the fourth group, but I I won't give you water."
Yu Nian ignored him.
The first group of games was about to start, and his eyes were focused on the big screen.
Wu Qian and Deng Jingwei were next to Yu Nian. They didn't understand English, and they didn't know what Lucius said, but looking at his provocative expression, it was not a good thing to say.
Wu Qian asked: "Do you really want to participate in the competition?"
Deng Jingwei didn't know how to persuade him, but he felt that he had to respect the wishes of his artists, and he was really worried about danger.
Yu Nian didn't speak, and stared at the big screen, as if he was immersed in his own world, and could no longer hear the voice from the side.
The referee gave an order on the screen, a gunshot rang out, and dozens of figures stepping on longboards instantly moved.
The sun is burning, and the mountains stand tall.
The forest sea is like a green wave, one wave after another. The gray-white road circles and winds in the green waves, extending from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, making the heaven and the earth one.
Tongtian Avenue, earth to the sky! The downhillers jumped from the junction between the blue sky and the green mountains.
The roar of the audience echoed in the valley.
The wind blew up flags of various colors and swept across banners of various sizes.
Yu Nian only stared at that road.
"Always look forward, that is your road, your direction! The scenery on both sides of the road does not belong to you!"
There are no landscapes on both sides, no other colors in his eyes.
Only the winding road, the gray road.
The first group is over, and the second group starts.
The second group is over and the third group is on the field.
Yu Nian kept looking up at the fierce competition on the big screen.
Wu Qian thought he was watching the game and comforted: "Don't be nervous, just do your best."
Yu Nian didn't answer him as usual, and he didn't leave his eyes for a moment.
His eyes didn't move, but his lips moved quickly.
When Wu Qian saw that there were words in his mouth, he couldn't help but leaned closer to hear what he was talking about.
"The ninety-ninth turn, the straight... the first turn back, the tight corners..."
"The eighty-eighth to eighty-fourth bends, the spiral descends, the cake tower has five consecutive bends..."
"Three wall-hung bends..."
After listening for a while, Wu Qian's expression changed.
Yu Nian is not watching the game!
His eyes filtered out of the longboard downhillers who were chasing intensely on the track, and only engraved the next corner after another.
He is recording the journey.
Missed the pre-race trial, he was getting familiar with the track in this way!
Wu Qian opened his mouth, feeling incredible. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't bother Yu Nian, stood silently and chose to be quiet.
The third group is over.
The excited voice of the commentator sounded: "Okay! After these three groups of qualifying matches, 18 players who are eligible for medal competitions have been produced, and next is our last group of players."
Yu Nian closed some sour eyes.
The corner he just saw on the big screen flashed through his mind.
"Every year, the essence of artistic creation is observation, and then expression."
"Observation, expression, this is what you have to spend a lifetime to do."
The kind voice of his grandmother teaching him how to paint echoed in his mind.
Observe, observe. The cake tower has five consecutive turns and the road is narrow, and the turning angle is small, and it will fall out due to inertia. Several players in the qualifying competition just made mistakes here.
Observe, observe. He saw the slippery caused by the remaining water marks on the road due to the seepage of the mountain due to the previous rainfall.
observe, observe...
"The fourth group of contestants, please go to the preparation area." The staff reminded.
Yu Nian opened his eyes with a calm expression.
He took the black matte helmet handed to him by Deng Jingwei, walked to the starting point of the track, and handed the competition bracelet bound with his identity information to the staff.
Due to the importance of Tianmen Mountain in the field of downhill, everyone, every time they set foot on this road, needs to go through an application and make a record at the Tianmendong Square Office of Tianmen Mountain.
To use the ID card or passport visa, upload the identity information to the system for authentication, and then generate a unique number for each individual.
Every time the Tianmen Mountain downhill is performed, an additional personal record will be recorded in the system.
The staff put the hand card on the machine, and the electronic voice came: "Di, confirmed success, contestant, China - 9877635."
In this game, there is no name, only nationality and number.
Returning the bracelet to Yu Nian, the staff smiled and said, "Come on."
Going to the starting position belonging to No. 4-15, Yu Nian put on his helmet.
This outstandingly produced helmet is very textured, with aerodynamic line design, both practicality and artistic beauty, giving a strong sense of future technology.
The camera swept over, and Yu Nian just happened to put on this helmet, covering his face.
Under the flipped pc shutter, only a pair of very good-looking eyebrows were revealed.
The audience's discussion grew a bit louder.
"That number 15 seems a little handsome."
"It belongs to our country! Let's fight for a bit of anger, and only two Chinese players in the first three groups made it to the top six of the group."
As the camera swept over each contestant, the commentator introduced them to the audience one by one.
Among them, the number of tracks is a data that must be introduced. In today's information age, the recording system is extremely complete. Once in Tianmen Mountain, there will be one more record on the number belonging to each player.
Without exception.
After a long explanation, the commentator's voice has become hoarse, but the enthusiasm of the commentary has not diminished: "No. 15 in the 4th group, let us call up his number in the system for the record, 9877635, his previous Tianlu track times—"
The narrator's words froze.
When the audience saw the narrator's sub-shot in the corner of the big screen, he was full of disbelief, covered the microphone, and turned around to ask the staff.
Even though the microphone was covered, the sound of their conversation still echoed in the valley through the high-definition audio equipment.
"Is this data correct?"
"Yes, that's right."
"How is this possible! Isn't there a trial run before the game?"
"The track was open yesterday because the flight was delayed and I didn't have time to make it to the test track."
The audience looked at each other listening to the whispered conversation.
"What's wrong, what happened?"
After a while, the narrator let go of the muffled microphone.
"I'm sorry for the delay." The commentator cleared his throat, with a lingering shock on his face, "No. 15 in the 4th group, record number 9877635, the number of his previous ladder races: 0!"
There was a moment of silence at the foot of the mountain and in the valley, and then the discussion suddenly became louder.
"what's the situation?"
"I don't know, I haven't been here once, and I haven't even tried it?"
"really??"
The commentator explained: "We just learned that due to the delay of the plane, the 4th group No. 15 missed yesterday's track familiarization time!"
"The No. 15 player in the 4th group, the record number is 9877635, and his track times of Tongtian Dao is 0! This means that this game, he really set foot on Tongtian Avenue for the first time!"
There was an uproar.
"Is he dying?"
Of the nearly 200 contestants participating this time, those who have set foot on the Heavenly Path and have the least experience more than ten times.
No one in history has ever participated in this race without going through a trial run.
No one has thought about this possibility, and everyone can't wait to study every road section and every curve.
How dare he
Lucius, who was in the same group, heard the explanation from the simultaneous interpreter and stared at Yu Nian with wide eyes.
Crazy this Chinese
He must be crazy!
The fixed buckle of the helmet was fastened with a click, and Yu Nian put down the pc cover on the helmet, and the outside world's eyes could only stop there.
His eyes were pale and cold.
His journey begins at this moment.
This road can only be forward, not backward.